A young Swiss boy has a dream of a great Golden eagle, flying high above the clouds, GOATing all opponents before him, vanquishing the conquistadors of Spain. His young Lindt coloured locks fall perfectly over the Nike bandana. His single handed backhand is a GOATshot of true beauty, and his liquid whip forehand destroys those who are not GOATworthy.

Now almost 30, the boy has become a man, and many have written of his demise, and how his GOATing days are behind him.

But he defies them. He summons the power of the New DiamondGolden eagle, to destroy the young Sjerbjian man with the AnnaGOAT guided GLUTEN SWORD. His GOATest victory many said, snapping the winneing streake of Nolevak with his GLUTEN FILLED GOAT MILK. Mirka cradles him in her fair and righteous bosom, replenishing his GOATness with her precious liquid.

Now refreshed and replenished, he asks the GOD Laver for assistance.

For this day shall be his.

I have talked before of making a stand, and this day, we shall rise as one, lifting Rogi to the heavens and supporting the Golden GOATEAGLE in it's fight for all that is good and holy against the vicious forehand Topspinmonkey. It will not be easy. We will suffer many shanks and unforced errors in our fight for GOATness. But, as we travel through the Matadorhell, our voices shall ring loud and proud. We shall be heard from the heavens, and GOD Laver shall provide us with assistance, breathing GOATlife into the Golden GOATEAGLE. And we shall emerge victorious, creating a whirlwind of GOATclaydust to blind the Topspinmonkey and steal The Three Sets from him.

On this day, we shall be one and the same. All followers of the Golden GOATEAGLE, all followers of Rogisexiclass. All destined for our places in the foothills of Mirka's fair bosom, where a bounty of milk and Honey Lindt shall await us.

Master best class sexi Rogi ascends forth on the desert with righteousness in his eyes. After proportionate 25mg injections of sweet Mirka's milky sustenonic fluids the flight of the Golden Eagle takes hold.

I'm guessing he figures he's played poorly there the past few years due to it becoming slower than molasses. Or maybe he wants to be fit to defend his Madrid title even as it devolves from noble blue to turgid red.

But, yes, he could pick up a lot of points just by getting to the semis, something he still does so well. And Rafa likely won't be there either. It will be pretty dull if it's just fated to be Nole-Andy from the start. Consider it a prelude to a sad time we can only hope is far and dissociate, when Roger's name no longer appears on draw sheets.